I was in the midst of my toilet when he burst into my bedroom next morning, feline moustache bristling, his round eyes fairly snapping with excitement. “Come, mon vieux,” he urged, tugging at my arm as a nervous terrier might have urged his master to go for a romp, “come and see; right away, quick, at once, immediately!”
mon vieuxWe hastened through the château’s modern wing, passed the doors blocking the corridors of the fifteenth century buildings and came at last to the eleventh century chapel. De Grandin paused before the oak-and-iron door like a showman about to raise the curtain from an exhibit as he lit the candle in his lantern, and I heard his small, even teeth clicking together in a chill of suppressed excitement. “Behold, mon ami,” he commanded in a hoarse whisper more expressi
